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"There is no such thing as a mistake. There are things you do, and things you don't do."
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Mark was lying. Everyday, every night, to the only good thing left in his life. But Donghyuck foolishly believed him. He genuinely thought Mark went home each night to his own bed, at his own house.
Mark didn't. Once Donghyuck was out of sight, he turned, heading towards the night club Donghyuck had worked at. He had taken a hiatus to help with Mark's health, his boss being completely understanding about the situation.
He would walk under the neon sign and enter. The immediate smell of weed and alcohol flooding his systems. But instead of being disgusted like he normally was, he basked in the scent, waiting for his turn for the joint. It was the only way to not feel the pain. Mark could now understand why Donghyuck got high. It was euphoric. It was like you had left the Earth mentally, and entered a utopia. Everything was perfect. No worries, no sadness, no pain, no feeling. Just the world and you.
One particular night, as Mark sat in his joint circle, he saw a familiar face sitting at the bar. Mark had walked up to him with a dopey smile on his face, almost dripping over his own feet. Taeyong looked exceptionally good under the club lights. His fair skin accented by the blue and purple strobe lights, his eyes reflecting the strippers on the pole, and somehow, Mark saw an ass somewhere.
"Can I have some vodka?" He slurred, sitting next to Taeyong. The bar tender nodded, returning with a glass of straight alcohol. Mark chugged it like it was water, gaining Taeyong's attention.
"Shit dude, calm down." He said, snatching the glass from Mark. Taeyong wasn't one to show up to a bar, nor take someones drink. All-in-all, Taeyong was acting weird, but Mark was too drunk, high, and horny to care.
He placed his hand on Taeyong's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch and leaned over.
"Wanna have fun?" He whispered, his words laced with lust. Taeyong's eyes darkened before a terrifying grin crossed his face. He stood, dragging Mark to an abandoned bedroom.
Thr room where Mark Lee cheated on Donghyuck.
But as Mark sat on the bed, pinned down by the scary boy, he couldn't help but notice how odd his eyes were.
Something was off, even high and drunk Mark could notice it. But horny Mark was in full swing.
So Taeyong's eyes and Donghyuck were pushed to the back of his mind, as he focused on the pleasure instead.
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short chapter because I'mma sob more while writing the next one.
